Can I have it all now?

Having now lived in San Francisco for over a year, I’m starting to feel as though this is my home. San Diego will always be “home” where my family resides, but SF is now my new home and I love it dearly.

I was once told that San Francisco is considered the “city for the single” and after some quick research, I found that it was considered Forbes Magazine number one city for singles last year (we lost to New York City this year). I believe this to be true, but not in the connotational sense that you might think. I agree that this is definitely a city for singles, but because it is so easy to stay single living here. There are so many available men and woman in this city, that “hooking up” seems to be one of the easiest things you can do on a night out and it also seems to be all some people really want. You meet, swap some fluids and almost never see or hear (assuming you even exchanged digits) from that person again. This is especially true if you meet a tourist. There are loads of them here, and they love to think that they are smooth talkers and that flashing money can get them whatever they want. (I’m not saying they’re all like this, but a hefty amount are.)

Anyway, I’ve kind of forgotten where I’m going with this…oh right, staying single is easy in San Francisco…now what? Is this a good thing or a bad thing? You tell me.

Exhibit A: 22-year-old male, college student, “I’m single, I love it.”

Exhibit B: http://sfbay.craigslist.org post

To all single women of San Francisco – m4w – 30

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Reply to: pers-1011862588@craigslist.org ^[?]
Date: 2009-01-28, 4:59PM PST

You are all full of shit. You know what I mean too. None of you take single guys seriously, then you come on Craigslist and complain you are single. Or you wish how the bike guy, or the bart guy, or whatever guy would have talked to you. But you all know that if he did, you would all act as if you were not that interested; and he would feel blown off.

So I am tired of hearing about how single guys are rare and women are looking for them. You are not, and you know it. You are looking for some fantasy guy off TV. Your expectations are too high and your egos are too bold. Get over yourselves and go approach a guy you like. And if he approaches you, take him seriously.

This is the worst city in the world to be a straight, single guy that would like to meet a nice girl. And it has nothing to do with the gays and lesbians. It is because of YOU: single women

Or better yet, email that angry gentleman and tell him what you think.

I drink like a fish and curse like a sailor. Sometimes.

I had an epiphany today.  I had to run errands and one of my destinations was Target. I parked next to this hot, little Mercedes sports car and before I could get out of the car, the owner of said Mercedes had come up and was putting her stuff in the passenger seat of the car, talking on her cell, etc. As I waited for her to get out of the way I noticed her humongous Juicy Couture bag while she was bent over in her tiny sports car. How fitting. She finally went around to the driver side of the car and as I got out of the vehicle I was driving it dawned on me–I am such a lazy bum. Here was this chick, just apparently running errands as well, but she was blond, beautiful, manicured, well kempt in general. And then there was me–wearing sweat pants, a shirt I had worn the night before and slept in and make up on from the previous night as well. I’m pretty positive the only thing I did before I left the house that morning was brush my teeth and put some pants on. Jesus. No wonder there aren’t guys lined up around the block waiting for me.

But does this little epiphany really change anything for me? Should I go out and buy Juicy Couture sweatpants instead? Maybe shower and put fresh make up on before I leave the house to run an errand?  The answer probably won’t surprise you–it’s a definite “no.” While the thought of reformation did indeed cross my mind,  I’m pretty much just a “what you see is what you get” kind of girl and I don’t think that will ever change.  Why get all gussied up to go to Target, or the grocery store or where ever. Who do I have to impress on these little outings?

Now, don’t get me wrong, I do enjoy taking showers and getting all dressed up or whatever–it makes me feel good about myself; it’s just apparently not something I’m prone to do on the daily.

Love it or leave it.

I wish my iPod player had a remote.

So, this past Christmas I did something really stupid that I felt incredibly terrible about. Actually, it started Christmas Eve and I accidentally let it leak over into Christmas day, ruining the whole day. I still feel guilty about it, and probably will for quite a while. Anyway, I think my mom put it best when she said to me, “You ruined Christmas. I think you should apologize.”

Of course I did. And will continue to do so.

(For those of you who might remember the post I made months back about the Amy Holton on YouTube in the pumpkin costume drunkly dancing about; you’ll also remember that that is in fact NOT ACTUALLY ME. I know there are many similarities [i.e. being wasted, dancing, making a fool of ourselves, etc.], but it’s just not the same Amy that lives here in the good ol’ U.S. of A. Just a reminder and clarification. Thank you.)

“I may be soft in your palm but I’ll soon grow hungry for a fight and I will not let you win. My pretty mouth will frame the phrases that will disprove your faith in man.”

Sometimes, I have “blonde moments” (Part zwei).

Very recently (as in last night) I was hanging out with some close friends. As usual with this particular group, we were drinking forties. Towards the end of my forty, a friend of mine was comparing her 12 ounce PBR to my larger bottle of High Life and asked, “How many of my beers is equal to yours?” To which I replied, holding up my forty, “I don’t know. How many ounces is this?!”

Oops.

Way to ring in the new year, huh?